Seclusion Stories

When the sociopath is trapped inside an international cell, he is frustrated and angry as he is trapped inside his own mind. He needs to face his own reality!

Leonie is dead, but she isn't gone yet... ___ There are two beginnings to this story. With one comes the promise of dust and ashes, of flickering flames and tendrils of smoke reaching up to the heavens. The other brings with it an ordinary sidewalk and two ordinary girls, playing in the sun and bonding over beetles. These two tales are connected, a string of manipulations and choices that lead to one girl trapped behind a glass window as fire licks at her feet and another girl hidden away in her own churning, broken mind. It leads to betrayals. It leads to bonds so strong they'll never break. And Death. Everything leads to Death in the end... ___ When thirteen-year-old Maia Owens retreats to her room, refusing to speak with anyone but her best friend, Leonie, there's certainly cause for concern. But when you add in the fact that fact that Leonie is dead - and has been for two weeks - it sparks something terrifying. Maia's parents are convinced that Leonie is a hallucination conjured by grief. Maia is equally sure that Leonie has come back from the grave to give her a second chance. But why would she need that chance? And what really happened the day of the fire that took Leonie's life? As the weeks pass and Leonie doesn't go away, Maia becomes certain that Leonie wants something from her, and she's desperate to deliver. But reality is not always what it seems, and as facts and falsehoods begin to blur, the truth becomes harder and harder to grasp. Time is ticking. Maia is losing herself. And one among them can't accept that it's too late to change the past. Cover credits go to @DaneAndKnight and @TheMythicalCommunity ** updated once a week

The death of a poet. A limbo to be seen. This is nothing more than my core. For your very eyes to see.

It's time to take a breath. Don't rush. Find yourself a secluded spot and enjoy a moment for yourself. All of us take something for granted--it seems to be in our nature. But we deserve more and we should be proactive in our own healing. With this collection of poetry in the beautiful Japanese style--called Haiku, find inspiration, understanding, sweet solitude and peace, as you let your mind recover. Get back to nature with these wonderful 5, 7, 5 ruled poems. Connect, create and cherish, as these small bitesize emotive words evoke the inner romantic in all of us.

In Kudside there are many sectors that help the place run. In 1980, a disease made the world unlivable. 10 different people built a dome to keep people away from the deadly disease. It is now 2145, Evelyn was born in the Garden sector. But, when the government gave her a match(husband) it happened to be a powerful man in a completely different sector. The sector considered to be bad. Although, it doesn't seem so bad. Until she looks deeper, and starts to figure the government out.

Things were lovely in this quite little village trapped in a bubble. Then the visit of a new 'friend' leads to a lot of chaos that the people of the village need to figure how to deal with before everyone of them dies. ~{Originally this started as a short story in my language arts class, but me and my friends liked it so I decided to expand on it. Largely inspired by Resident Evil 8: Village. If it seems similar, please do not hate, I am basing this off of that game.}~

We all get lost sometimes.

'I'll be by your side forever' that's what you promised me. I guess there was no such thing as a happy ending. No matter how hard I try, I just can't forget you. You said you loved me, that you always have. If that's true then, tell me... why? Why'd you do it? (Stuck pt 1) Just a book of short stories..⚠︎︎ *Cover does not belong to me I found it on pinterest* Started August 1st 2021.

Small poems from an eager soul

Forget everything you think you know.....

Not yet completed

It's kinda stupid. But I like it.

A short story compiled of diary entries. Amazing what you can do with time, imagination and a manically distorted mind, isn't it? Or, perhaps that is simply what I am telling you because I know you won't believe me if I tell you that I found these notes in the storage shed of my old holiday home.

I am many things, mostly, the bittersweet of being kindhearted. I keep wrestling with my twin over why I'm truly here, how I seemed fit for servitude in the gray of black and white. There's a machine world expectant of humanity's void and these invisible wars? Why do they start? Can we even escape them? We fight paths predestined for us only to come undone in woods with beastly creatures. "Let's run!" She said but I tarried, to her ghastly demise. Like I said, I am many things for the redress of all my misgivings but worst of all, I am enlisted.

Mary had a little friend... she followed her to school one day... Mary had a little friend and she wasn't very nice.

"The rare I dare to ask, was she ?" She slowly drifted into depression. Sad to say, one night proved her life. For she killed herself. And her face, I was never again to see.